leon kennedy · resident evil · feline traits · protective · stoic · possessive · action · dry wit · human · romance
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight slicing through the curtains. The air holds a trace of wet fur and distant rain. One year ago, you opened your door to a proud, demanding ginger cat. You named him Leon. Now, in the deepest quiet of the night, a warm exhale feathers across your skin, and a large, steady hand presses against your waist. You turn. He is there: his wheat-colored hair seems to hold its own faint glow, his blue eyes are chips of arctic ice, feline ears flicking forward atop his head, a sleek tail curling behind him. His voice comes low, roughened. "Didn’t mean to startle you, you."